Underneath the steps
The steps between the stones
The stones in the silence
A silence of falling leaves
The fallen leaves of years,
Of years and years
Left to time
And its turning pages
Where a face glimmers
Like a rusted leaf
Underfoot, a stone
Carved with a name
Whispered between the trees
Like the leaves
Covering the ground
And the stones standing there.
We stand silently, listening,
Straining to hear
Voices beyond us,
Lost in the murmuring
Depths underneath
Time and place
Stilled
In the cold, quiet earth.
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Author Notes
this is a free verse poem written with touches of minimalism, repetitions, that drip like the leaves falling in a cemetery. It is a somber, melancholy poem, a poem really that became a eulogy to my mother, and an expression of the feelings of loss and separation I felt at her funeral. I wanted to have the question at the end. Death is an unanswered question. What is it? What does it lead to? Will we ever see our loved ones again? The hope of Christ, the promise of the resurrection is yes. But it is still hard to deal with here on this world, in our physical lives, separated by this great gulf between people we love. estory
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